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4 October 2003
My folks and I had a surprisingly good time when they came up. THey hadn't been here in the 3 years that I had lived, so it was about time,they headed north into my relm. And it was good, they bared gifts of Ikea, and cookies, and helped with putting together my new coffee table (although I would of prefered to do it myself), and spent some $ on me. But I felt shafted, and maybe that isn't the word, when my mom was complelled to clean, not clean, but CLEAN-the floors, my cabniets, and give me advice on how to do laundry ect. It bothreed me, because I felt this need to prove to her, that I am able to take care of myself. That I am self sufficent. And maybe that came through, and maybe not....
....and I Chickened out when I was going to discuss my homosexuality, but I have a feeling that they already have that one figured out, by the induendo's they said...
And i have been frustrated, on accounts of $, of life in general, of always being on the go, and it seems.. that there is some sense to all of this, some sense of fate, of purpose, and i quite havn't figured that out yet...
Last night was odd. I ran into a guy on the street, and ended up sleeping with him...
it was almost like the "judd" saga, once again.
....and I Chickened out when I was going to discuss my homosexuality, but I have a feeling that they already have that one figured out, by the induendo's they said...
And i have been frustrated, on accounts of $, of life in general, of always being on the go, and it seems.. that there is some sense to all of this, some sense of fate, of purpose, and i quite havn't figured that out yet...
Last night was odd. I ran into a guy on the street, and ended up sleeping with him...
it was almost like the "judd" saga, once again.